Philosophical reflections on life with help
from a Chinese pop song by Mayday (五月天)
More than Smoke?
Translation by Li Zhao
I sat at the window, looking outside, a sky full of memories
Life a magnificent dream, time a thieve, who steals everything
When I was seven,
I caught a cicada,
And thought I’d catch the whole summer
When I was seventeen
I kissed her on the cheek
And thought I’d be with her forever
Is there ever a forever that will never change again?
All that I have ever had will never fade away
Hard years won’t be allowed to run wild on my face,
Partings shouldn’t have to exist.
Can anyone hear me?
I sat at the window, turning around, who is there asleep?
That aging face, it can’t be me, I don’t want to see
All those who I have loved, or have once loved me
Have gathered all around me
All the regrets and hopes that I cannot take away,
Will turn into the last teardrop down my cheek
Is there ever the teardrop that will wash away remorse?
Turn into the rain and fall on the streets of
The story that I cannot go back and rewrite
The apology I have owned him for a lifetime
Is there ever a real world, that never will go dark,
I shall command the sun, the moon and all the stars,
Months will never turn again, spring will never stray,
Trees will persuade their leaves to stay
In my ear, before my eyes, life plays again,
I have come from darkness and I return to darkness
The world, the time, between the skies
Who am I…next time?
Is there ever a rose that never will wilt?
Forever proud and perfect, never will it yield.
Why would life shrivel like paper in the end?
Can we rather be a petal that has once been seen?
Is there ever the bookmark, to stop it on the day,
The best year of my life, the simplest smiling face
A backpack filled with sweet sodas and cakes
And eyes filled only with pureness—let us take over the day!
Is there ever the poetry, that will never pause,
Time will always stop at the years when we grew tall
A guitar for every boy and dance shoes for every girl
Laugh; forget all the sorrows, only happiness now!
Is there ever the tomorrow, play all of it once more
Let me feel the yesterdays I wasted without a thought
I will survive, or live through this, but I’ll never complain,
Then I will never regret again
Can anyone hear me? I don’t want to leave.
I sit at the window; look at my fingertips, already just like smoke.